There are 26 days until the 29th Annual Celebration of the Life and Grand Achiements of the One Known as The Killa Cal. Start shopping now! Just kidding….okay not really!

So there was this homeless guy around the AUC right. He was pretty clever. He used to go up to us as we were leaving the dorm with the following spiel:

“Excuse me sir, but as you can see I’m homeless” (AUC homeless people were usually very polite at first) “I am trying to stay in a shelter tonight that requires $2.00 for admission. Now I figured that if I got a quarter from 8 students I’d be able to sleep there tonight, so will you please give me a quarter so I can reach my goal.”

Now some of the more *ahem* mean spirited ones of us were like, “Buddy if you are so good at Math and deduction why don’t you have a job!”, but I personally would usually just give him a quarter if I had one.

Why is the Killa telling you this story? Well see, I devised a plan. If each of my “theoretical” readers were to give me say, $20 bucks, then I could come pretty close to getting what I ultimately want for my birthday. What is that you ask? Why ONLY a Playstation 3 with the games Rock Band and Grand Theft Auto IV.

I think this can happen! Come on folks, don’t let me down! And unlike those Sally Struther’s commercials, you know EXACTLY what your money will go toward! Anyway right now is just the “feeling out” stage. Based on reader response (or lack) I may or may not be posting a paypal link!

So tonight was Dine Out for AIDS night….and Meharry hit the Southstreet Steakhouse and Crabshack like a pimp on a five dollar hoe (yeah I used that line way back in the maroon tiger days).

They were NOT ready for what they had to offer. So Mike and Dominique gave them ample warning that we were bring the funk. Like 40 people’s worth of funk….well we doubled that! They had their best Tuesday night ever.

We had a good as time. Well….I had a good ass time anywhere. I took a shot with Rachel! I took a shot with Darryl and Dominique. I got in trouble for laughing at a joke about TPN…hey it was funny man I still love you though Dr. Eckard!!!!

I realize this is lackluster compared with other drunk blogs, I don’t think I’m as drunk as I’ve been in other drunk blogs to my credit, otherwise I’d give a shout out to the MILF and a few others….for now I’ll be cool, my babies!

I don’t have kids. I have a god son that I dote upon but that’s about as far as it goes for the Killa. That said, I live in the heart of Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus-ville a.k.a. Nashville, where scalped tickets to her concert cost as much as a semester at Vandy. So to me it’s not a surprise when she is one of the lead stories on the news. When she’s even THINKING about having a concert WSMV is all over it.

So the other morning when I woke up out of my usual morning haze and heard about some type of Hannah Montana controversy I didn’t pay it much mind. But they kept going and kept going and kept talking about it and kept talking about it. Okay fine, I used to be a card carrying member of the media and as such know how they do nowadays.

What kills me though, is that they are going on and on and on about how damaging it could be to kids that she’s posing this way in Vanity Fair and how it’s not a good look and how she shouldn’t be posing on the internet this way and that way and the third…..BUT THEY KEPT SHOWING THE DAMNED PICTURES!!

Now I’m not a big Vanity Fair reader, I own exactly ONE copy and that was because my Honda Ad was featured in it.

I don’t imagine too many of her fans read Vanity Fair either. I can see a 13 year old boy or two picking it up in the same vein as George Costanza reading his mother’s Vogue magazines, if you know what I mean, but then again these guys probably already have their own Hannah fantasies they’ve been working on for awhile!

My point is, the very shows railing against how awful it was that she posed in these Brooke Shields like provacative poses are the ones SHOWING IT EVERY 5 seconds. Most kids would NEVER know about it otherwise. This was driving me crazy this morning!

The moral of the story is, parents if you don’t want your kids seeing Hannah Montana pose like a normal teenage hussy, don’t let them watch the Today Show!

I think because it’s Baby Che’s birthday, but I was reminiscing something serious today!

Like I pulled out my Senior Yearbook from the Lake as well as my little Senior Memories book and read my various notes from people and looked at pictures. So many memories of things I had forgotten about! So many notes that had hidden messages that I’m JUST NOW beginning to understand. So many missed signals and chances, oh well, damn you cryptic women!

It’s funny how many people told me to keep in touch, and how many of them I’ve COMPLETELY lost touch with. People that were REALLY my GOOD, CLOSE friends back then, merely afterthoughts. Even now as I type this entry, the words they said float like so much smoke in the reservoirs of my mind.

I guess I should be extremely thankful for the likes of Elenda and Nile who I pretty regularly keep up with.

So to bite from Peter King on CNN-Sports Illustrated….

9 Things I Think I Think…(hope he doesn’t have that copywrited!)

1) Upon further review and evaluation, the Class of 98 still wins for highest quality AND quantity of females…though I realize that 95 appreciated pretty well in a few cases….I still wonder if she really did make him skeet to the ceiling!

2) I wish I had a PS3 right now, because I’d definitely be in line to get GTA4….and Rock Band! They say it’s the best game ever. Like EVER, ever! I don’t know why, but I believe them, whoever they are!

3) I can’t be any more excited about going to North Carolina this weekend! I’m so proud of Nina P., I don’t think I can overstate this! I think this weekend is going to be one of those that goes down in history.

4) The only thing Falcons Draft related that I’ll say is that I really hope we don’t look back at this draft and feel like we should have picked Glenn Dorsey over Matt Ryan when he gets a 3 sack day against him….I really hope that doesn’t happen….oh, also, I’m tired of the up and down with the Braves right now, but I guess that’s part of fandom….and I’ll take that win over Boston! Wasn’t expecting it, but I’LL TAKE IT…and now I want more!

5) “See it ain’t nothing wrong with dreaming but (sic) girl don’t get me wrong/cuz everytime I see you it lets me know just how strong/that my love is for my baby/but emotions just don’t lie/well I know I’m alot of (sic) man/but not enough to divide the pie” - Sometimes I’m just in a Next Lifetime mood…

6) I can’t wait for the next live performance of Small Axe….I really enjoyed that Saturday night! I need to get out and see live music more often.

7) For the most part I was raised right….unless your name is Boogs and you are still holding a grudge even though I apologized! Check out what the Very Smart Brothas have to say about chivalry!

When my thoughts become more coherent about the upcoming bloody summer in Chicago and the Sean Bell Verdict I’ll write about them each…right now I’m too flustered about both to say anything meaningful!

9) Roll call! If you read this rag, just say hey!….don’t be shy!

These are the elements of another memorable night of karaoke (see Nile I spelled it right this time).

The days events actually started with a lunch outing with the homie and wartime consigliere D. Hall and Dr. Major (that’s fine) at McDougal’s. In the ongoing battle between Otters and McDougals for best chicken fingers in Nashville I think I have to give the slight edge to McDougal’s. I had a hangover from the previous night so I didn’t drink any beer or finish my food, but it was still all good.

I went home and enjoyed a nice nap and then prepared for the nights events feeling pretty refreshed.

When we arrived at Lonnie’s, Paul was on stage performing one of his many songs for the night.

People gradually started to arrive and I got a bucket of 3 PBR’s and 3 Bud Lights. The comedy ensued.

Some of the highlights (or lowlights depending on your perspective):

- Doshandra, Tiphanny, and Alana doing a Destiny’s Child song, punctuated with Doshandra pulling a Beyonce and leaving the group early.

- My rendition of Radiohead’s “Creep”

- Ahmad’s version of “Wild World”

- Me and Dr. Major doing “Baby Got Back”

- Me and Ahmad’s “Nothing But A ‘G’ Thang”

- The two white dudes who did “Get Low” (HIGH COMEDY).

- Phil doing “Don’t Stop Believing” with me doing air guitar.

- My Ole Blue Eyes “It Was A Very Good Year” which made the hostess request no more slow songs.

- And finally me and Paul finishing with “Forgot About Dre” after someone stole Regulate from us…by far my worst performance ever….

At any rate I had a great time, I hope the video that Dr. Eckard took never makes it’s way to the web, but somehow I think it will!

So yesterday I was doing my do. I ran into the one known as Anya. Me and Anya have an interesting friendship. It oscillates, but generally I really enjoy her company. She’s a funny chick. Anyway she saw me walking to one of the buildings and pulls her car into a parking lot and tells me to get in. I pretty much will do whatever she tells me to do so I did. We went to walgreens to drop a prescription off and then sat in her car and talked until it was time to pick it up. Then I got a call from H saying she wanted to go look at a place and wanted me to come with her.

H arrived a short time thereafter and we went to go check out this townhouse/duplex/whatever it was. It was really nice. I feel for H because she’s basically been spending ALL of her free time the past month or so looking for places to live. She really, really liked this spot though so we went and pulled Baby J (who was on call) away from the hospital to look at it, but the dude couldn’t make it back to show so all she could see was the outside.

Somewhere during all of these events I made an executive decision that H and I would drink a high number of beers, because she deserved it. After parting ways, we went to the Farmer’s Market and tried various Jamaican sodas as a prelude to our drinking. We stopped at the Beer Store and got the six pack tour of Germany which had 6 different German beers and a six pack of sweetwater 420. We made a stop at Fatoush to get some food so that we didn’t drink on empty and then made our way to Centennial Park.

We posted up at the park and sat in the car with the windows down listening to music and talking and what not. At one point H decided to feed the geese some trans fat infused fries. She decided to do this while the geese were on MY side of the car. I had JUST got done telling her a story about how I got chased by a goose when I was a kid and how I was scared of geese! She laughed it up at my paralyzing fear! I’m going to get her back.

Time passed, we drank more beer, when finally we got a call from the dude again. So we end up calling Baby J and getting her boyfriend to ride to the spot with us so he could evaluate the crib for her. He said he really liked it, so we’ll see, I know H is tired of looking at spots, so I really hope this was it for them, but who knows.

Anyway, after looking at this spot H called Jahana to make arrangements to go drink some Jack and sing kareoke. We get to her boyfriend’s spot and his crib was BALLERIFIC. He is my new hero….for real. We drank a few glasses of Jack (some of us had coke….not the Killa though, you know how I do!) and then headed to the one spot to do kareoke, but it was already over at the one spot, so we went to this country joint downtown. We ran into the one known as Lawbreaker and he joined in.

Now, I usually only like to kareoke at home or in the presence of SMALL crowds, but after a few drinks I ended up doing Eddie Murphy’s “Party All the Time” with Killa ad-libs thrown in. After awhile I crossed from reasonably drunk and fun to obnoxious as I started a “Fuck Hillary” chant. H warned me that she wasn’t going to have my back in the ensuing race riot so I eased up a bit. See I’m not TOTALLY a lost cause!

After awhile we ended up heading back home. It must have been like 3:30. I had a test today. I think it was worth it though. And….what’s on deck for tonight? More of the same!

Shout out to Geoff, Dave, George, AJ, Jr, and the rest of the FAR Crew. Wish I could be there this weekend! Next year!

So this is how the Killa works. I remember just about everybody, even people I’d LIKE to forget. But as I get older, it becomes harder for me to remember first and last names. Now I just remember first names and a characteristic or something.

So anyway I was jogging my memory something serious to remember this chicks name. Trying to decide if I was gonna stal…oops did I say that….I mean I just wanted to remember for my own reasons. Anyway, it was tearing me up because I could remember only her first name. My friend Tiffany suggested I look her up with her name and her schools. Lo and behold she popped up as the first name in my search!

So having satisfied that search I moved on to another long lost friend of Killa. I found her in record time. You know honestly I don’t know if I should be sharing all this, I can see my collective female audience (all three of you) backing away slowly from the computer. But for the most part I’ll find you if I’m looking for you. There are only two people who I want to find that I can’t. One I’m pretty sure is out of the country, the other I have absolutely NO leads on.

Maybe I should have been a detective….Internal Medicine is a good alternative I guess!

All things considered, today was a beautiful day. Today was one of those days where you just want to sit outside and contemplate things.

This morning there was a symposium for Internal Medicine Residencies. It was pretty good and very informative. I got a chance to chop it up with the homie Oba who is finishing up his second year at a local residency. I am strongly considering doing my thing there, but who knows! The match is unpredictable.

My group’s case presentation went very well. I almost feel sad that radiology is winding down.

I just spent a good hour or so reading about six months worths of entries in a pretty up and down part of my life, starting around March of 2004. Some things have changed drastically, some things not so much.

Man….I gotta pause because this Billary shit is really getting on my nerves. I wish she’d just give up already. I mean honestly! I just wish this shit would be over. My estimation of Billary has gone down SOO much and frankily tonights events have brought me down from an otherwise great day!

Dah well….I digress, check out Natay’s blog….the Killa is out….

A Tribe Called Quest….it’s like A Pimp Named Slickback, you say the whole thing! Before Outkast there was ATCQ making damn near perfect albums. Fewer of the quirks or outlandishness of say De La Soul (the former) or Ultramagnetic MC’s (the latter), Tribe were the true masters of their domain.

Their debut, “People’s Instinctive Travels and Damn This Was A Long Title That Wouldn’t Have Sold An Album In The New ADHD Ritalin Addled Hip Hop Scene” was one of the first five-mic albums in the Source when five mics actually MEANT something. They followed it up with ANOTHER Five Mic album “The Low End Theory”. Then they went and followed THAT up with “Midnight Marauders” and I don’t give a damn WHAT the Source or anyone else says, that is their best album.

Then in the summer of 1996, the summer of follow ups that either had to grow on people (Outkasts “Atliens” for non-ATL natives) or were just plain disappointing (Nas’s “It Was Written”), ATCQ released “Beats, Rhymes, and Life” to a generally underwhelmed hip hop populace (of course these were just the appetizer to the TRUE disappointment, Snoop’s “Tha Doggfather”, but that’s for another day).

No matter how you slice it, “Beats, Rhymes, and Life” just was not the album Tribe fans were looking for after “Midnight Marauders”. It still isn’t, but what is honestly? They could have released Lupe Fiasco’s “The Cool” and it would have disappointed everyone. And so the album found it’s way onto shelfs and the backs of Case Logic CD books and gathered dust, sans the faithful few who would tout it’s underratedness.

On a whim, while in a musical feeding frenzy I snatched this album from a friend and decided today while making a powerpoint presentation to give it one more hard listen. Not only is it “not bad” it’s actually pretty close to great. There are a few “oops” moments such as:

(Will y’all fall off?) Will Laura fuck Urkel?

Well…uhhh…yeah and yeah! Unfortunately! Tribe won’t ever be known as soothsayers, their par excellence was speaking on the contemporary and well, they did that very well.

On second listen the album sounds like a continuation of Midnight Marauders, which probably contributed to the initial reaction to it. With a few years and the dreck we get handed today however, the album was quality. Just goes to show you that sometimes it’s not all about the first impression, especially when you take expectations into consideration.

It’s been a long time since my last real road trip. I guess St. Louis for Thanksgiving would count as the last one. So I think I was due.

We left Friday afternoon. The sun was shining and it was pretty warm, good road-tripping weather. I had a flask full of jameson and me and H hit Taco Hell on the way down to Tuskegee.

As SOON as we got off the freeway in Tuskegee, I saw a sign directing people to “Goat Day”. I immediately cracked up and realized that I was officially in the great state of Alabama. I started to talk out of the window (which was rolled up), alerting the country people that city folk were there! Man, that area was straight up country for real! We rolled up to Dara’s crib not a moment too soon. We scooped her and headed to Auburn to get Pam. Auburn, was like the polar opposite of Tuskegee. They had a Best Buy and they don’t put Best Buy in unstrategic spots, plus they had the requisite 3 Starbucks in a 2 mile radius. The first thing I noticed at Pam’s house, besides the fact that it was a really nice house, was that it said, “Hoe” on her mailbox. Now I’m a smart guy so I knew that there was a high probability that the last inhabitant of the house probably had that last name, but if you think the Killa wasn’t about to make a joke about it, then you don’t know the Killa at ALL!

Upon entering I realized that I have officially lost my touch as a bartender. I made four terrible drinks. I still managed to get nice and tipsy for the ride to Atlanta. We arrived to HELLISH Atlanta traffic on 75/85. I mean it was 9th CIRCLE of Hell-hellish! We had to pull off on University Ave to meet up with the homie Lenton. After some haranging we ended up hitting this spot called Uptown, which my old school ATL ass knew as 201 Courtland. It was a nice, typical “New ATL” type club. The drinks were a bit overpriced, but the company was great. We met up with H’s brother and this other guy he knew. I ran into a few people I knew, and eventually Elenda made her way up to the club.

Afterawhile, Elenda convinced me to dip out of there, because Nile’s footware wouldn’t allow him to get into that spot. She was so excited about “stealing” me, so much so that she tore out of the parking lot, taking 5 cones with her underneath her car. A police officer pulled up next to us, and I KNEW we were headed to jail, but she played it cool and we escaped. We ended up going to my favorite spot in the “New ATL”, Strip at Atlantic Station. Nile and Mike were waiting at the bar, I also ran into a bunch of FON’s (Friends of Nina). While we were dapping each other up, almost on cue, in walks my future wife Natalie. After a bit of chopping it up, we decided we were hungry so we headed to Spondivitis. I got my king crab leg on and behaved very raucously! I got back to the hotel at about 5 AM.

Saturday morning we woke up and I found out I had missed a hell of a night on their end. Dara was a causuality of the drinking. After getting dressed we headed in the general direction of the airport to drop Leon off, and on the way we stopped at my mom’s crib. Nina had found my 10th grade yearbook a few months ago so I was a little more “hyped” than was necessary, but nonetheless I tore through some boxes upstairs to get to it. Mom talked to them awhile and told them things I didn’t necessarily wanted her to so I ushered her out of the door.

We stopped to get some food and headed back to Auburn/Opelika. We were all tired, especially Dara, but H still managed to whip up some great food. Lenton and I hit best buy and i got some CD’s I had been meaning to get (Queens of the Stone Age and Mariah Carey). I also pillaged Lenton’s computer for about a gigabyte of music. We ate, drank, and were merry. H made breakfast on Sunday and we chilled out and relaxed and got ready to hit the road back to Nashville.

All in all a good time was had by all.

Now I’m SURE I’m going to get some flack from someone that I was “supposed” to call to let them know I was in Atlanta. I’ll catch you next time. I was literally in and out like a thief in the night, literally. Spare me the fussing this time please!